Jake/tinkerbull (feat. mother grub) bestialtiy 50%

	Jake has rituals. Like today, when he left the shelter without getting dressed. He didn't even bother to wear his thigh holsters. He found a flock of tinkerbulls grazing lazily in the morning sun, and hid from them in a nearby bush. They all looked healthy, much to his frustration, but then he spotted one that seemed to limp a bit.

	A bit fatter than the others, it sat facing away from the bush Jake hid in, chewing its cud, a broken wing occasionally fluttering independent of the other. Jake couldn't tell its sex, but he had to take a chance. He removed the safety on the pistol he had clutched in his hand this entire time. The steel hammer slid into place with a click. Jake crouched and aimed the gun above the flock. He savored the feeling of the trigger as he pulled it back and broke the idyllic scene with the sharp crack of gunfire.

	Now was the time to act. Dropping the gun, he ran towards the quickly dispersing flock. The injured tinkerbull struggled to get aloft, hovering briefly before crashing face first into the ground. This was all Jake needed, grasping it by the scruff of its neck and running off before the rest of the tinkerbulls noticed.

	In a secluded clearing, Jake set about the task of sexing the tiny tinker. It struggled fruitlessly as he ran a free hand down the bull's chest, searching for the slit between its thighs indicating it was a female. The tinkerbull froze as Jake found his target.

	It got difficult, sometimes. And being on an island with only movies, a robot, and some dumb animals to keep him company got lonely, especially when he felt that need stirring in his boxers. No one could judge him, they just couldn't understand. He kept that in mind as he stripped off his underwear.

	Carefully, he lowered the minuscule bull to his turgid penis. Tinkerbulls were too stupid to live sometimes, but this one seemed to understand what Jake wanted. She sniffed, almost disdainfully, at the hand-sized organ, her white nostrils flaring. Sticking an apprehensive tongue out, she licked once, long and slow, running from the base to his sensitive head, still sheathed in its foreskin. Then again, only slightly faster and more insistent, sending shivers up Jake's spine.

	Jake felt the blood rushing to his crotch as she got into the moment. As his cock rose to its full stature, the tinkerbull lapped at the underside of it. Before she went too far and he gave himself over to the building ecstasy, Jake laid her on the ground, rump up. He held her down by the horns as he adjusted himself for entry.

	His head butted up against her tiny slit, trying to part the dry fold. Jake grunted as the tinkerbull struggled to get free, but the lean sixteen-year-old was too heavy to throw off and she screeched as he entered her.

	It felt like his hand but tighter and slightly more moist. The tinkerbull fidgeted and whined for a while, trying to dislodge the foreign invader before she stood stock still, in keeping with her reproductive instincts. He thrust himself further inside, bottoming out against her cervix. Exhaling with a slow, controlled hiss, Jake relished the feeling of the bull as it clung to him when he pulled out.

	He entered again, trembling on the precipice of climax. Before he made it halfway in, he came, his arousal overflowing and rushing into the tiny bull. The warmth of his essence and her combined and surrounded him comfortably. He stayed like that, attached to the tinkerbull, as he examined his surroundings.

	The clearing was still, life teeming just beyond its borders.